"Hey," Willow announced as she walked over to the pack's lunch table. She slammed two textbooks onto the table in the process.

Scott deemed Willow trustworthy. She didn't smell like death or seem to show any murderous intent for anything. Stiles didn't completely trust her, but he didn't hate her like he hated Theo.

She wasn't exactly in the pack yet, but Scott decided that her having lunch with them would be a good start. She never had a coven before and she didn't want one. A coven of vampires was scary and dangerous. It was rare to find good-hearted vampires, rather than murderous, power-hungry vampires.

"What do you think if I tried out for the cheer team?" Willow asked.

Lydia raised an eyebrow. "Well, you have the body for it. Any reason why?"

She shrugged. "It's high school," she muttered. "I should enjoy it while I'm actually seventeen, not when I'm two-hundred."

"That's a good point," Malia said, pointing a plastic fork at her. "I vote yes."

"That's because you want to see her in a short skirt," Stiles retorted.

"She'll have shorts underneath," Lydia added.

Malia huffed. "I'm seventeen too, okay? Let me enjoy life too. Go back to reading your vampire books."

Stiles rolled his eyes. He had been reading every book about vampires to ask Willow about what myths were true or not.

"Tryouts are after school today. If anyone wants to cheer me on, I'll be in the gym," Willow said before waltzing away.

Malia stared after her. "I'm going," she muttered. "Definitely going."

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Is there something going on?"

"She's hot and available," Malia deadpanned.

•

The girls trying out for the cheerleading team were positioned into a star formation with Stephanie, the head cheerleader, in the middle.

"Repeat after me," Stephanie ordered. "Our finest hour; No stopping us now; You can't resist our power; We're the forces of nature; That's what makes a star; We may look like girls; But that's not all we are; Give up now 'cause you're gonna be beat; We're out for power and you're in for defeat; We join our hands together, see the perfect shape we make; Our five-point tradition is impossible to break; Garno Verto Immortalis."

The cheerleaders in training slowly caught on to the words that Stephanie told them to say. They chanted it, Stephanie smiling to herself.

"Why does it sound like a spell?" Lydia asked lowly, leaning into Malia's side.

"Is this what spells sound like?" Malia asked.

Lydia punched Stiles's knee to grab his attention. He shrieked and slid off the bench.

"Doesn't it sound like a spell?" Lydia repeated.

Stiles listened closely to what they were chanting, then shrugged. "Hold on." He took out his phone and recorded it while typing in the words into his computer. "Well, that's not good," he mumbled.

"What is it?" Malia asked.

"That cheer is a spell for immortality. By sucking the souls of other people, she'll stay young forever."

The trio immediately looked at Willow who was chanting the spell without even realizing it.

"What do we do? How does she suck the souls out? Willow and the other girls seem fine," Lydia said.

"They're performing at the rally," Malia said. "Does that help? The whole school's gonna be there this Friday."

"And it's already Tuesday," Lydia mumbled. "We have to help her somehow and I don't think we can just kill her. She could be dangerous, considering that she came up with the whole cheer and formation!"

"You two have to go in there and help Willow," Stiles said.

"Help how? Wear a short skirt and wave pompoms everywhere?" Malia asked sarcastically.

Stiles raised an eyebrow at her.

"That's exactly what you're thinking..."

"Um - no. I have never been a cheerleader and I never will be. Too many people die from cheerleading and I'm taking too many APs to be wasting my time with that," Lydia said. "Malia can do it. She likes Willow anyway."

"But I don't know how to socialize."

"You'll learn," Lydia encouraged by patting her back.

Malia sighed before hopping down the bleachers to the group of cheerleaders. She gave fake, awkward smiles to them before mumbling the cheer and acting as if she knew it.

•

Malia dragged Willow into a private shower in the locker room after tryouts. She chose the very last shower while the other girls congregated to the front showers. Willow turned on the shower, peeling off her sweaty gym clothes, leaving her in her bra and underwear.

"You don't mind, right?" Willow asked.

"Huh?"

"About me being naked? I'd rather just shower here than go home and shower again," she explained.

"Oh - uh - Yep, go right ahead."

Willow unclipped her bra, putting it on top of the pile of her clothes on the rack outside. Then, she took off her underwear. Malia gulped, staring at Willow's body.

"So why'd you drag me here away from the other girls?" Willow asked as she stepped underneath the shower head, running her fingers through her hair.

Malia watched her for a moment before deciding to strip, placing her clothes on the rack next to Willow's pile. She opened the shower head next to Willow.

"You're in danger. We're pretty sure Stephanie is a witch."

"What? How is she a witch? I was only turned a year ago! I didn't even know witches existed."

"That cheer we were chanting is a spell for immortality. She's going to take the souls of the students at the rally this Friday," Malia explained.

"Well, shit, and I thought this was finally going to be my year," Willow replied. "I really thought I'd get a girlfriend and maybe even a 3.5 G.P.A - at least."

"A 3.5? I can barely get 3.0!" Malia hissed.

"Yeah, we're going to need to work on that," she responded. "I realize I should be a good friend and all, but if your dad could pay me for tutoring you, that would be great. We'd be killing two birds with one stone."

"Why would we kill two birds with one stone? I could just trap two birds in my mouth," Malia said.

Willow stared at her. "I...don't know when the joke ends or if it was ever a joke."

Malia tilted her head. "I meant it."

Willow nodded. "Okay, then."

She grabbed the body wash and squirted it onto her hands, rubbing all over her body. Malia stared hungrily at Willow, following where her hands traveled. Willow, noticing her wandering eyes, held out her hand that had suds of body wash on it.

"Want some?" she asked.

Malia stepped closer to Willow, grabbing her hand and placing it on her breast.

"I like you," said Malia.

"Oh. Are you lesbian?"

"I don't know what that means, but I have a strong urge to have sex with you right now," said Malia.

Willow hit her lip, looked at her hand on Malia's breast, then looked over the shower divider. The other girls were not paying attention. Willow shrugged and took another step closer to Malia.

"We'll have to be quiet," said Willow.

"I can do that."